My mother has never accused me of prostitution, though she has accused me of theft and trying to get her out of her house so I can take it for myself (I think that has come from a comment I made many years ago to the effect I'd like to take her bungalow on when she dies and not before!). She has accused her poor sister of everything under the sun, from theft to making a mess of her kitchen. My auntie has only stayed there once, two years ago!
She has also accused the next door neighbours of various nefarious activities (but only to me, never to them) from interfering with her TV aerial, through prowling around her house at night, to interfering with her mail (which the wife went to prison for, according to her) - when we go out anywhere she comments on the freesat dish lead coming out of her house and asking who put it there and why. She had told me that the woman next door had killed herself and I was most amused when this woman came up to say hello while we were in Sainsbury's just before Christmas.
She has also accused my cousin Richard of doing something to her TV - all it was was the Freesat box going on to standby after being on for too long so I fixed that by changing the settings. She was all for calling the police for that one - I wish I'd let her do that now - I'd love to see what a big hairy copper made of that one. It is funny in a batty kind of way, but at the time it can be upsetting.
My poor auntie is so upset by mum's dementia (she's older than mum at 87 but sharp as a knife) - she keeps going on about how intelligent mum used to be and I have to remind her that she's still intelligent and always will be, it's just this horrible disease affecting her memory and reasoning abilities.